How would you even begin to make a hush puppy, what in the world was in one? Nothing to do with a puppy, surely. Garnett had long known, though he didn’t much like to admit it, that God’s world and th...
Heroes may be less than heroic, while the common man saves the day.
Her kitchen chairs were equipales that took you in like a hug, which I needed.
He had a white beard and twinkly blue eyes, and all in all gave the impression of what Santa Claus would look like if he'd converted to Christian and gone without a good meal sine last Christmas.
He got born in the historical moment of no more free lunch. Friends will probably count more than money, because wanting too much stuff is going to be toxic.
He crossed his arms over the chair back and smirked his disapproval at Brother Fowles. Sir, I offer you my condolences. Personally I’ve never been troubled by any such difficulties with interpreting G...
He behaves as if he had no dead children. The real Leandro never comes here. He only pretends.
God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.
From what he could see she had the legs of a much younger woman. Certainly not what he would have expected in the way of legs.
Freedom of the presses to destroy a person's life for no good reason. (Lacuna, p. 419)
Forgive me, Dellarobia. It’s a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.
For the first time in her life she could see perfectly well how a person arrived on that flight path: needing an alternative to the present so badly, the only doorway was a high window.
For six years, from age nineteen until I turned twenty-five, I did not sleep uninterrupted through a single night. . . . I felt lucky to get my shoes on the right feet. . . . I moved forward only, thi...
For my part, I merely watched young, deprived female bosoms panting before my handsome husband, soldier of the Lord. (I longed to shout: Go ahead and try him, girls, I am too tired!)
For a long time he frowned at the brick path that lay between himself and the bird, and then he let go of the wall. He took one step and then more, buoyed up by some impossible antigravity. After two...
First thing in the morning, last thing at night, whenever a fight with Tig left her in pieces, it had been her mother who put Willa back together. When someone mattered like that, you didn’t lose her...
First they would stagger, then grow competent, and then forget the difficulty altogether while thinking of other things, and that was survival.
Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.
Feminine' was a test like some witch trial she was preordained to fail.
Everything you're sure is right can be wrong in another place.